Fantasy and Dreams

Hymn of the Warming Day

Lyric Triptych

I. Blossoms — Heart / Presence

The blossoms rose in radiant sway,

their colors trembling toward the light;

they leaned into the warming day,

soft petals singing red and bright.

II. Water — Release / Movement

A silver thread through quiet stone.

The stream unspooled its whispered air;

It carried what the heart had known,

and laid it down with gentle care.

III. Distance — Memory / Illumination

The distant trees drifted into blue,

the sky dissolved to molten gold;

and all the world, made warm and true,

felt like a hymn the dusk had told.

 

Big Flowers Valley

Ghazal — “Where the Flowers Grow Beyond Their

 Names”

The valley wakes in peach‑soft light, its mist unspooling slow while a stream whispers through stones in the place where flowers grow beyond their names.

Fuchsia petals rise enormous, warm as breath on skin, their crimson edges glowing bright in the place where flowers grow beyond their names.

Leaves shine with emerald veins, each one a quiet river, carrying morning’s tender weight in the place where flowers grow beyond their names.

Trees stand like patient witnesses, steady in the warming air, their bark rough with quiet years in the place where flowers grow beyond their names.

Small blossoms scatter at their feet, humble sparks of color, content to bloom beneath giants in the place where flowers grow beyond their names.

And I, wandering through this dream of warm green breath, feel the real and imagined lean together in the place where flowers grow beyond their names.

 

In the Beginning

At first was darkness, silent, vast, and deep,
A boundless void where time had yet to start.
The heavens lay in unawakened sleep,
No breath of life, no pulse, no beating heart.

Then spoke the Word, and light broke forth in flame,
A golden dawn that pierced the endless night.
The cosmos stirred, obedient to its name,
And chaos bent before the birth of sight.

The waters trembled, waiting to divide,
As Spirit moved upon their shadowed face.
From void to form, the elements complied,
And order rose to claim its rightful place.

Thus from the dark, creation’s song was sung,
And earth was born, forever fresh and young.

 

Breath of the Fifth Day

Storm-wrought sky,
veined with the blue fire of becoming,
where the wind’s mouth opens—
and out of the tumult, wings unfurl:
a phoenix, blazing,
rises from the heart of cloud,
its feathers a hymn of flame,
each beat scattering embers
into the churning dark.

Dragons coil in the thunder’s throat,
their scales catching the lightning’s edge,
serpentine, radiant,
they spiral through the storm’s hall,
breath of fire and vapor,
their eyes bright with the memory of stars.
Seagulls wheel and cry,
white as the foam of vanished seas,
daring the gale,
their laughter a thread
between tempest and dawn.

Below, the world’s first waters
glow with a secret sun—
currents swirling in green and gold,
where shadows bloom and vanish.
Sea serpents, long as rivers,
twine through the kelp’s forest,
their bodies a dance of muscle and myth,
each scale a story
written in the language of tides.

Fish, jeweled and swarming,
flicker in shoals—
sapphires, rubies, coins of living light—
their fins whispering the first songs
of hunger and delight.
Moon-jellies drift,
phantoms in the luminous dark,
while a beast vast as wonder
stirs in the abyss,
its breath a slow thunder
that rocks the bones of the world.

Above and below,
the breath moves—
not wind, not water,
but the pulse that calls
from storm to sea,
from fire to fin,
from the silence before to the riot of now.
Let the waters bring forth,
let the sky be broken open—
let every creature rise,
winged or finned,
in the wild abundance
of the fifth day.

Here, in the clash of elements,
in the meeting of flame and flood,
life leaps from the mouth of chaos—
not tamed, not named, 
but glorious,
each form a question,
each movement a praise.

O, breath of the fifth day—
carry us,
as you carried the first wings and scales,
through storm and glow,
through terror and beauty,
into the world’s fifth morning.

 

The First Gathering

The waiting soil grew warm with hidden flame, 
And shapes emerged where silence held its breath.
Soft shadows stirred as life first rose to claim
While plains awoke from stillness held in depth. 
Each creature rose, unique in form and frame
From trembling fawn to lion’s steady wrath.
And earth, in wonder, watched its children rise, 
A thousand beating hearts beneath new skies. 

A hush lay over all that life had grown,

Its motions slowed as if the day were bound;

The fields held breath in stillness all their own,

Awaiting change that gathered without sound.

Yet through that fullness stirred another mind,

A quiet summons rising from the ground;

As if the world drew calm to shape anew,

A form that held both many and the few.

Then from that quiet rose a human form,
Its breath first drawn from air the earth had kept;
It sensed the day still holding light and warm,
A world that watched as consciousness first stepped.
Both one and two, it stood within that norm,
A presence through which all the living swept;
Male and female, shaped in shared design,
To walk with care through every living line.

A blessing met them as they stood in light,
A charge to grow where every root could reach;
The world lay open, steady in their sight,
Its fields lay open, quiet in their sweep
To tend, to guide, to keep the living right,
Not rule by force but learn from what they’d teach;
For fruit and seed lay ready on the land,
And every life held sustenance at hand.

A store of life lay gathered in the seed,
Set deep in earth before their steps began;
The branches bent with fruit for every need,
And silent grain rose while rivers ran;
For beast and bird, for every wandering breed,
Green leaf and tender shoot filled hill and span;
The earth gave food to all that moved or stayed,
And every being ate what earth had made.

 City of Translucent Realms

Sunrise. Mount Fuji Reflection # 2

 

Patchwork wave

 

Midnight Dance of Light

Beneath the velvet cloak of night,

 A fountain dances, bathed in light. 

Its waters rise, a silver flare, 

Whispering secrets to the air.

Around its heart, the trails unfold,

 Loops of light, a story told. 

A symphony of motion spun, 

A dance of starlight, moon, and sun.

The trees aglow in quiet grace,

 Frame this enchanted, timeless space. 

Their branches hum a gentle song, 

A harmony where dreams belong.

Above, the stars, a watchful gaze, 

Echo the fountain's radiant blaze. 

A fleeting glimpse, a world anew, 

Where magic swirls in every hue.

 

Mystery Forest

Inscription:

• 苍松依旧展庄严 The ancient pines continue to exhibit their solemn majesty. This line celebrates the enduring grace and strength of the forest’s venerable trees.

• 飘云轻烟隐远山 Drifting clouds and gentle mists softly veil the distant mountains. Here, the ethereal mists lend a mysterious allure, blurring the outlines of far-off peaks.

• 调色柔和融青灰，白映间点缀土棕与微黄 A gentle, harmonious palette merges muted greens, grays, and whites, interspersed with subtle touches of earthy browns and soft yellows. This line brings to life the tranquil color harmony of the scene. The interplay of these muted tones creates a serene atmosphere, drawing the viewer into the mystic charm of the forest.

• 光影交织添幽趣，共绘幽梦行书 The interweaving of light and shadow enhances the enchanting aura, as if inscribed in graceful running script a dreamlike tranquility. The final line emphasizes how the play of light and shadow deepens the scene’s allure, inviting one to lose themselves in its poetic mystery.

Radiant Hues of the Hills

Grove

 

Arcane Woods

Radiant Hues of the Hills # 2

 

Garden of Dreams on an Amber Horizon # 2

 

Echo of Xiey. Spirit of wandering brush

Here's a breakdown of the meaning behind each line of the poem:

• First line describes the towering, rugged mountains cloaked in vibrant greenery. The light, ethereal mist that swirls around them adds a dreamlike quality, emphasizing the beauty of nature's vastness.

• Second line highlighting the serene placement of traditional pagodas resting by the water's edge, this line symbolizes the harmony between human creativity and natural landscapes, showcasing coexistence.

• Third line speaks about the calm body of water at the base mirrors the towering mountains and trees with pristine clarity, symbolizing stillness and depth within the scene.

• Forth line describe how birds soaring gracefully in the distance contribute to the tranquil atmosphere, suggesting a sense of timeless harmony and serenity in the natural world.

• Fifth line refers to the traditional ink-and-wash technique that captures the essence of nature's beauty. It symbolizes the artist's deep connection to and reverence for the natural world.

• The final line celebrates the delicate balance between the softness of the ink and the vibrancy of the scene, encapsulating the unity of humanity and nature through artistic expression.

Where Peaks Covered by the Mist and Water Murmur

 

Kaleidoscope Garden

 

Abstract Reverie